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#thinking of moving this blog or making a different asoue character #i wanna get back into indie rly bad but i have no ideas??#and also indie honestly had a really bad affect on my writing and now that im in college workin towards an eventual masters in writing #idk if a setback like that is worth is #anyWAY im gone again #pretend i was never here B)

guys i have to start rping again this is the only intelligent hobby i’ve ever had

#FU ck

wants to get back into ind rp but! how!!!

#no muse for lemony or rose #actually i might try rose #hm

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head cants to side, ( resembling the animal he was named after ) single brow raised. he stared up at lemony, eyes as clear and as earnest as a summer sky. with an impish grin, he quickly shot back. ❝ tell ‘m ‘er address an’ i’ll get ‘er t’come. mutt c’n persuade anybody.❞ for such a small boy, mutt had a loud voice and a large presence.

lemony lets out a small laugh. the problem, at this point, isn’t PERSUASION. he’s willing to bet that at this point, the girl is ten towns away, staying in some inn no one’s ever heard of under a fake name and possibly a new look. no, even the best tracker in the world would have their work cut out of them, trying to find this girl. ❝ i’m afraid i don’t know her address. ❞ a beat as he momentarily considers stopping at that. but he realizes quickly that it comes across as ever-so-slightly CRYPTIC, and so, after a slight pause, he decides to go on. ❝ she doesn’t live in town, you see, and she wouldn’t tell me where she was staying --- and, knowing her, she’s probably left by now, anyway. ❞

#▉ ▎file under: interactions.#▉ ▎verse: i am gracious for the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT for they assure me that i am not alone.#carryabarricade #( hello!!!!! it has been a long time but hello. )

K I’M BACK WHO MISSED ME.

#( actually who knows if im back. its a mystery.#anyway november was long and hard but here i am.#i didn t even write im such a smuck #BUT ANYWAY HEy. )#▉ ▎out of files.

HIATUS NOTICE!

lowkey notice that i’m going on temporary hiatus til december. nanowrimo’s a bitch, yo. i won’t disappear completely (i dont think) but i also wouldn’t be surprised if this thing takes all my writing chops for this month. we’ll just have to wait and see !!! either way, i will most certainly be back to regular activity come december, so see you all them if not before!

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starter call!!! hit me tf up

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#▉ ▎file under: ELLINGTON — a smile that might mean anything.#▉ ▎file under: BEATRICE — darling dearest dead.#( except with ell hes the grey and for bea hes the blue tbH.... )#▉ ▎file under: MUSINGS — the world is quiet here.

i did nothing for a week but as soon as i crank out three replies i lose two followers....

#smh #what is this #▉ ▎out of files.

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it happened a lot, people not knowing what he was saying due to his strong cockney accent. maybe he should take one’s advice and change it to sound like the one coming from the area he was in. making an ‘ah!’ noise and nodding his head, mutt enunciated his words ( which got rid of most of his accent )

❝ i can rustle up whomever ya’d like. seemed like ya’ was lookin’ for someone. ❞

❝ oh! ❞ he makes his very best efforts not to carry prejudices with him, so he tries his damnedest push down the instinct that tells him to shun the boy for his accent, for his SLANG and for his GRAMMAR. instead, he smiles his most forgiving smile ( though forgiveness is just a hair’s breadth from PITY ) and goes on. ❝ actually, i was waiting for a friend, but --- ❞ a quick glance at his watch. ❝ i think it’s fair to say she isn’t coming. ah. well. ❞ it is more a sigh than a word.

#carryabarricade #( oh its no problem!! usually i can read it just that once i couldnt. )#▉ ▎file under: interactions.#▉ ▎verse: i am gracious for the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT for they assure me that i am not alone.

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“ The case does sound promising but there are channels of communication you should try first. Like the fire department.”

❝ --- --- --- i am the fire department. ❞

#▉ ▎verse: i am gracious for the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT for they assure me that i am not alone.#( everyone @ lemony: yo who the f is this?? )#▉ ▎file under: interactions.#angelcoded

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feral and impatient at her edges, arya nonetheless stills as he searches for his wording ; and when he finds it at last, the brittle scrim of skinny shoulders collapses a shrug. you don’t have to. it’s true, and it isn’t. the look on his face confirms that, yes, she does – someone else might have left him in his own dust, but arya isn’t someone else. ( right? )

you’re very kind, some day it’ll get you killed. arya shakes her head. she’s not kind, or good, not really – at least, she certainly doesn’t think so. it’s only that the rest of the world is even more hateful than she, and she can tell from the boy’s face that he’s learned that lesson, too. ( it’s why she’s easing off, in a way. her anger is hot in her belly and frigid in her veins but he doesn’t deserve that. it’s why she’s not afraid of him, too, not really – she sees something of herself, and if she’s right, if he’s anything like her, he won’t want to hurt someone who hasn’t wronged him yet. not that that’s why she did it, but it helps – and besides, he already knows she could take him in a fight, if it came to that. )

‘ i know i don’t have to. i wanted to. ’

watchful indifference, callus tugged over her wounds – never to wholly heal them ; out here everything hurts, everywhere, everywhere – is nudged aside slightly at his supposition. he’s right, of course – charity tastes like pity and pity tastes like shame – but he doesn’t know anything about the kind of person she is, not really. he knows only what she’s shown him, and for all he knows it’s all made up, at that.

( most of it isn’t. she’s a dirt person, a stone person, a water, blood, and earth person. dirt doesn’t lie. she doesn’t lie just because, doesn’t lie for no reason – only for her own protection, for her survival – at least, and she hasn’t lied about her friend who stayed here before her, or that she wants to spare him the trouble of motels and coppers, if only for a night. )

‘ we’ll talk about it in the morning. ’

arya decides that’s the best compromise, for the moment. she doesn’t sit comfortably with the knowledge that he feels indebted to her – maybe he’ll forget, once he’s slept. maybe. if he doesn’t, she’ll just come up with some other excuse not to take his money. she doesn’t want him to feel like he has to or should lean on her, brittle spine and torn-out heart. being brave doesn’t always make her good, or strong. not when she’s bleeding and rotting on the inside. it’s been a very long time since someone’s been kind to him. me too, part of her wants to say. i’m not kind, another. you should be scared of me. there’s a part of her that wants to tell him to leave, to take his fucking money and run and never look back, that everyone she touches dies, that everything she touches breaks, that she’s not good to be around.

( if she’d ever had the kind of money that’s in his hands, might be she could have been with jon by now. the thought makes her stomach flip over on itself. )

his gratitude makes her chest feel tight, like she’s liable to choke on her own breath, and she hates the impending feeling of panic when people try to be kind to her in return, knocking around in her ribcage, in her belly, clawing in her hands, in her throat. arya glances away, uncomfortable.

‘ you should get some sleep. ’

❝ no, i’m not tired. ❞ he shakes his head. then why is your hand shaking, snicket? he can hear his sister’s voice scolding him in the back of his mind, telling him to sleep, to leave this girl to her own devices. you have eaten, snicket, now hang your head under a faucet to get your daily gulp of mercury-tainted city water, and then get to bed! if you weren’t tired, why would your hand be shaking? well, nerves, for one thing, he responds to the ghost of his sister. embarrassment. regret. a great deal of guilt. it is more an emotional thing than anything. his hand is still gripped tightly around the wad of cash, and he can feel his pulse in his fingertips. he knows the money looks like a lot, and he most certainly knows she deserves it more than he does. he is much more PRIVILEGED than she; it is obvious by the look in her eye, hardened and old. after all, no matter his sorry state now, he was rich once. he must look naïve as anything to her, and yet she is better than he, and it is a painful thing to realize ( to have to realize again and again and again ) that luck and goodness are inversely proportional.

he shakes his head, more fervently this time. he must look crazed, to her. his head buzzes with words, hers and his and everyone else’s, but mostly with these: she WANTED to help him. why? merely because she is kind? because she pities him? he takes a hesitant step towards the girl, in contrast with the strength with which he shoves the cash forward. ❝ maybe you should just take it, do with it as you please. it was to be used to find a place to stay; now that i have found a place to stay, i suppose i don’t need it anymore. ❞ it is payment for my lodging in this house, he means to say; take it so i shall not feel indebted to you. but, then, that is not what he was afraid of. DEBTS DO NOT MATTER to lemony snicket, a boy who grew up seeing debts being made and repaid every moment of every day, in the smallest of actions, the slightest of words. there is no honor in returning a kindness; it is simply polite. so what is he afraid of? what does he want?

he sets the money down on a nearby counter before turning on his toes and walking to sit in the corner of the room. if you are presenting something to a dangerous animal or an arsonist, place it within their line of sight and walk slowly away; never hand it to the animal or arsonist directly. he remembers the directions clearly, despite having only skimmed through the dry instructional book from which they came. why is a raven like a writing desk, why is a girl like a wolf. the questions that the universe and sad little boys ask are the ones that are never properly answered.

❝ i’ll tell you my name if you promise not to make fun of me, ❞ he finally says after a lengthy moment of fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket. it is the most childish thing he’s said yet, which, in his eyes, is not saying very much ( she, like mysterious and kind people sometimes do, has left him acting much more stupid than he usually does. ) he does not know why he offers the information; a sign of his trust, perhaps, if the MONEY hadn’t been indication enough. something to bring them together. perhaps he wants to know her name. or perhaps it is a courtesy he would want returned, to know the name of a guest in his house. if he had a house. if his house weren’t ash and flame.

#( THIS TOOK M SO LONG IM SO SORRY. )#bloodiedwolf #▉ ▎file under: interactions.#▉ ▎verse: i am gracious for the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT for they assure me that i am not alone.#( im sorry this is. probly not proofread. )

sorry i’ve been mostly absent!!! the past few days have been busy as all fuck but im back and i plan to do some serious shit this weekend SO yeah!!! see you guys again soon!!

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❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞

dragon age starters.

❝ of course not, ❞ he retorts, an eyebrow raised at the girl. ❝ do i look like an idiot? ❞ lemony knows what happens when you do that. the metal lamp post is an excellent conductor of heat, and pulls the heat from the tongue faster than the body can supply it, effectively freezing the tongue onto the pole like an ICE POP. he first learned the principles of conductivity when he was seven or eight, he should think — but that never stopped the older kids ( his brother included ) from trying to convince him to try it. he never did, but some of the less bright boys would, if they felt like their pride was at stake. it was never a pretty sight.

#( headcanon: vfds full of fuckboys..... )#( im kiddin thts canon. )#chamberburied #▉ ▎file under: responses.

❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞

dragon age starters.

❝ you’re one to talk, ❞ he says softly. the smile on his face doesn’t quite reach his eyes, doesn’t quite reach his voice. he sounds DEFENSIVE, if anything, but mostly his voice is hollow, empty; mostly it doesn’t sound like much of anything at all. never mind the rose-colored scab on my left temple, hardly two inches long and not even still open, the boy thinks. never mind my thinning form or my thinning hair; tell me about the bruises on your cheeks, your arms: cuts, scrapes, punctures. except he doesn’t ask, he never asks, because he doesn’t want to start anything. he knows better than that. she, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to.

he taps the broken patch of skin, just to the left of his eye, and lets out a slight chuckle. ❝ frankly, i don’t even remember how i got it. ❞ lies. ❝ i think i was taking a walk by the stream and i scratched myself on a branch or a rock or something. ❞ that’s believable, right? ❝ anyway, it must have hurt so little i didn’t even notice. ❞ that happens sometimes, doesn’t it? you wake up with a bump or a bruise you don’t recall getting, a gentle reminder of mortality or HUMANITY or something of the sort. but it doesn’t happen to kids like them; if they were to wake up with marks they didn’t recall getting, they would only be reminded of who they are and of their own fragility.

#( wtf iS this...... )#stcrlet #▉ ▎file under: responses.

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and all the k i d s cried out : PLEASE STOP. YOU’RE SCARING ME. ( i can’t help this awful energy. ) goddamn right, you should be SCARED of me. who is in C O N T R O L –––––––––– ?

#▉ ▎file under: promo.#( im going to cry i hate nicki so much.. )

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dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns , etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’? now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair. ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger. ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

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